The old demon Zombie put on the monk's robe with a confused look on his face.
Looking at the old zombie wearing monk's robe, Yuan Zhen had a strange expression.
The old devil is 1.7 meters tall, which is relatively short. In addition, he practices the technique of the Xiangxi corpse exorcism clan, which makes him look like a human or a ghost. He usually wears a black robe, which gives people a sense of
It feels eerie and cold. But now that I'm wearing a monk's robe, it looks awkward.
Pulling on his collar, the old demon showed an uncomfortable look on his face. He looked at Yuan Zhen and said, "Senior nephew, can you explain to me what happened?"
The old devil Zhuang was a disciple of Air Crash and had a very high seniority, so Yuan Zhen did not dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.
After listening to Yuan Zhen's explanation, the old demon's eyes lit up and he murmured in his heart, that means I won't die?
Now that his life is no longer in danger, Old Demon Zombie has other thoughts.
Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and is definitely one of the strongest sects in China. Even the hidden sect may not be as strong as Shaolin Temple.
Time is money. Shaolin Temple has existed for thousands of years and has a rich heritage that is unbelievable to ordinary people.
With a roll of his eyes, the old demon shook his monk's robe and said: "Master nephew, take me to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion!"
"Yes, uncle!"
The Sutra Pavilion is one of the places with the strictest defensive measures in Shaolin Temple.
It stores the exercises and Buddhism collected by Shaolin Temple over thousands of years.
Along the way, Zhonglao Mo sighed in his heart that the Shaolin Temple’s heritage was too strong.
The weakest monks he met in Shaolin Temple were at the master level. There was even a Yangshen level monk who greeted him with a kind face.
"Actually, being a monk in the Shaolin Temple is also very promising!"
The old demon Zombie was startled by his own thoughts and shook his head quickly, thinking, "No matter how powerful this Shaolin Temple is, can it still make me immortal? I'd better follow the master honestly and try to turn into a zombie as soon as possible!"
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"Uncle Master, the Sutra Collection Pavilion is just ahead!" Yuan Zhen had a look of envy on his face. He has been in Shaolin Temple for decades, but due to his status, he can only go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion once a year, and he can only go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion once a year.
The first three floors. However, due to being accepted as a disciple by the plane crash, Old Demon Zombie became a being of the Xingzi generation. Not only could he enter the Sutra Pavilion at will, but he could also go to the last three floors.
"Uncle Master, you can only enter the Scripture Pavilion by yourself, I am not qualified to enter!"
"OK!"
The old demon grinned, patted Yuan Zhen on the shoulder, and said: "I'll follow my uncle from now on, and it won't matter if I enjoy the food and drink spicy food!"
"Well!"
Yuan Zhen was speechless for a moment when he saw the old demon Zombie walking towards the Sutra Pavilion in high spirits, just like a crab.
"Isn't there anyone guarding this Sutra Pavilion?"
In the imagination of the old demon, the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is the most important place in the Shaolin Temple and must be guarded by many strong people.
But at least when he walked into the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, Old Demon Zombie didn't see anyone.
"Maybe it's because I'm too weak and can't feel the strong person hiding in the dark!"
Shaking his head, Zombie Lao Mo didn't think much and ran towards the rows of bookshelves in front of him.
"The Diamond Sutra, the Avatamsaka Sutra, and the Heart Sutra, how come they are all Buddhist scriptures? What about martial arts secrets?"
After walking around on the first floor, Zombie Lao Mo didn't find a single secret book of exercises.
Turning his eyes, Zombie Old Demon looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, "It should be up there!"
"Junior brother, the master has said that you need to study Buddhism before you can practice martial arts!"
Just as the old demon Zombie was walking towards the second floor, a figure like a ghost suddenly appeared behind the old demon Zombie.
"Fuck!"
The old demon Zombie was startled by the sudden sound. He quickly turned his head and looked at the smiling monk, "Ahem, thank you for reminding me, brother, I will study Buddhism now!"
After saying that, the old demon Zombie quickly ran towards the bookshelf not far away, with helplessness on his face, he picked up a few Buddhist scriptures casually, then faced the monk who was still staring at him, and said with a dry smile: "Brother, then I will
I'm leaving!"
"Junior brother has taken so many Buddhist scriptures, it seems that he is indeed destined to be my Buddha. I hope that junior brother can understand the meaning of Buddhist scriptures and become a Buddha as soon as possible!"
"hehe!"
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and the old demon cursed in his heart. He hugged the Buddhist scriptures, turned around and ran towards the outside of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
"Uncle Master!"
Seeing that Old Demon Zombie came out so quickly, Yuan Zhen, who was waiting outside, hurriedly greeted him.
"You bastard uncle!" Old Demon Zombie glared at Yuan Zhen, "Let's go, take me back!"
Looking at the Buddhist scriptures held in the arms of Old Demon Zombie, Yuan Zhen naturally guessed the reason. Although Old Demon Zombie is an existence of a prolific generation, how could the Shaolin Temple allow him to browse the Kung Fu in the Sutra Pavilion?
Brainwashing, until it is certain that the old demon Zombie can be used by the Shaolin Temple, will he be able to practice Shaolin martial arts with confidence.
Soon, Yuan Zhen took Old Demon Zombie back to the previous meditation room.
As soon as he entered the Zen room, the old devil Zhuang threw seven Buddhist scriptures on the table. He immediately looked at Yuan Zhen and said, "I'm hungry. Go get me something to eat."
"Okay, uncle!"
Seeing Yuan Zhen turn around and leave, the old demon Zombie got angrier and angrier. He sat down at the table and cursed: "Are you crazy? You want me to study Buddhist scriptures?"
After saying this, the old demon Zombie grabbed a Buddhist scripture and said, "I'm annoyed when I see these broken books!"
"Bah!!"
With a violent tear with both hands, the Buddhist scriptures turned into shreds of paper.
After tearing up the Buddhist scriptures, Zombie Lao Mo felt much more comfortable and picked up another one.
"Huh? Can't tear it apart?"
I pulled hard, but the Lankavatara Sutra didn't move at all.
"baby?"
The old demon's eyes were shining. He was a powerful person in the Dzogchen Realm of Fusion of Gods, but now he couldn't tear apart a Buddhist scripture. Obviously, this Buddhist scripture must be a treasure.
With excitement, Zombie Lao Mo carefully flipped through the Lankavatara Sutra.
"Is there a gap?"
The old demon has a sharp eye and quickly put down the pages of the book to find the gap between them.
After a while, the pages of the Lankavatara Sutra were torn off by the old demon Zombie.
The reason why this Buddhist scripture cannot be torn is because the pages are extremely tough.
Staring at the tadpole-like fonts hidden inside the pages of the book, Zombie Old Demon's face was full of surprise, "This must be a set of peerless skills!"
Although he couldn't understand the content, Zombie Old Demon's intuition told him that the content above must be extraordinary.
After thinking for a while, Zombie Old Demon put the pages of the book into the space ring.
But within a few seconds, Old Demon Zombie took it out again, "The space ring is not safe, it's better to hide it close to your body!"
With a fierce glint in his eyes, Old Demon Zombie took out a dagger and slowly stabbed his thigh.
Blood overflowed. The old demon gritted his teeth and endured the sting. He stuffed the book page into the wound on his thigh and immediately used his martial arts to stop the bleeding.
At this time, Ye Feng and Lao Lao rushed to the foot of Songshan Mountain.
Looking at the continuous temples located halfway up the mountain, Ye Feng said with sarcasm, "It is indeed a thousand-year-old temple."
Feeling the contempt and sarcasm revealed in Ye Feng's words, a helpless look appeared in the eyes of the old man beside him, and he asked in a low voice, "Master, why do we come to Shaolin Temple?"
